Wit d rain of tears
Comes d harvest of pain
In d season of poverty
Reign of theft
Rainin xtravagance
Reign of arrogance
Rainin squander
They do not make it
yet they take it
You do not take it
Yet you make it
Mother almost murdered
Saviors turnin saggy
Victims whistlin hardship
Hope getin smothered
Rain of tears
Harvest of pain
Season of Poverty
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